I lie awake and wait and hope...
That I won't have to memorise,
Footy scores and cricket stats,
Weather charts and car parts,
Rehashed advice and cliched epithets...

You see it's small talk that makes the manosphere - 
The babbling monosyllabic q and a that
Shrinks us down as men - that saves us from insecurity,
Leaving us to pace the cage - slaves too, to the patriarchy, 
Hearts bleeding white out shrivel shrunk only to short out...at the last.

I'm out - I'm done 
No more - not one
No more inane homilies 
No more small talk 
That makes the manosphere - stale dead and white.
Send me depth, read me poetry,